Mike was up twice last night, and both of those times, he required me to come lay with him. I understand he dosen't feel good, but i'm tired...he did this the night before. He was burning up, so i had to get Tylenol the first time, and the second time he wanted more water. Then he came him again, but I was feeding Dean, so I made DH get up and get more water for him. I think I slept a total for 5 hrs last night, but they weren't consistant.
Dh woke me up this morning at 8:30, bitching I never get up in the morning...i had a horrible mirgrane, and there was soo much tension in my shoulder and neck. He was bitching he had to get showered for work, and i needed to get up.
Mike was really good from the time I got up, until about 10:00. He helped me clean up and put things away, start laundry, vaccum, all the things i usually do. Then I told him that we would make jello as soon as I got his brother down for a nap. I turned on the TV, got him a snack and some juice, and told him I would be back. He started throwing a fit, cause he wanted to be held. I told him to hang in there, i'd be ther eina few minutes, but he just kept screaming. He was kicking Deans door, and opening it up and coming in and screaming...I was soo mad. I sent him to time out. I set the timer for 2 minutes, figureing when it went off, he would come get me in Deans room. I heard the timer go off, but he was still crying. I slowly put Dean in his crib, and as soon as his head went down, Mike walked in and started screaming again. Now both kids are screaming, and I'm seeing red. It went on for over an hour, I would get Mike set up with something to do, and get Dean just about asleep, and then Mike would walk in the room and start screaming.
Finally I put them both in my bedroom, Mike on the floor, and Dean in the middle of my bed, and walked outside to calm down. I called DH to vent, and he got all pissy that I couldn't handle the situation. He kept telling me to redirect, and I had been doing that, and it wasn't helping. He finally came home from work and got Mike calmed down, and I was finally able to get Dean down for a nap. It had been almost 2 hrs.
Mike was fadeing fast around lunch time. I could tell his temp was going back up, so I gave him some motrin. He asked for chicken nuggets, so I made some for all of us. As i got them out of the oven, something happened, and they all fell into the bottom of the oven and burned to the heating coils. I almost cried.
I got Mike into bed for a nap, and he was almost asleep when I walked out. Dean has the same crud Mike dose, he just dosen't have a fever. I had gotten Dean just about asleep, and Mike starts screaming from his bed. I went in there, and he was just burning up. Dean is now hysterically screaming on my bed (where we nap, and he was in the middle) and Mike just wanted to be held. I took his temp, and he was 104.2. I called the Dr, and as I sat on the phone, which is right next to my computer, I imed DH to tell him what was going on. He asked if I wanted him to come home, and i told him please.
The new Dr picked right up, and calmed my fears. She was sooo sweet. She told me not to panic, and get him in a warm bath. When DH got home, I was in the bath with Mike with my clothes on, trying to hold him, and wet him down at the same time. I tried my best to keep him warm while I was doing it so he didn't get a chill. Dh walked in and started snapping at me, that I"m the adult, and I need to take charge of the situation, and I need to get off the damn computer cause i'm ignoring the sick kids...etc. I was PISSED. I told him he was acting like his dad, and he stormed out and left.
The motrin finally kicked in, and Mike wanted to play. I couldn't get him to take a nap, so we did quiet things all afternoon. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, since I feel cruddy, and i'm exhausted!
After dinner, my MIL came over, and I went to walmart. I just had to get away, and out of the house alone. Somehow I spent $120.00 on Easter stuff (35 of it was a tent that DH wanted) He asked me how much I spent, and I said 50 on top of the 35...then I started thinking....he subscribed to the baseball package in the satilite, and told me "It's only 3 payments..." So when he get the credit card bill, i'm going to tell him "You can break it up into 3 payments......"
I'm ready for bed...this day has just sucked. Dean is so congested he can't breathe and nurse at the same time....
03-18-2008, 11:23 PM
I'm having a REALLY bad day...
